There was no text.
Only a live video.
The image shook as though recorded by someone moving quickly through a dark hallway.
Concrete walls passed on either side.
Metal pipes crossed the ceiling.
A silver number appeared on a gray door.
Seraphina gripped Audrey’s hand.
The video moved closer.
The door opened.
Inside was not a storage room.
It was an archive.
Shelves filled the space from floor to ceiling. Boxes bore the names of companies, judges, contractors, police officials, and public agencies.
Photographs covered one wall.
Audrey recognized Beatrice Sterling.
Martin Keene.
Owen Mercer.
Diana Cruz.
Julian.
Seraphina.
And herself.
The camera moved toward a table in the center of the room.
On it lay a file stamped with the seal of the state.
The folder was opened.
Inside was a birth certificate.